"Fuck you, fuck this, I'm rejecting you"; she hissed through clenched teeth. Her hands clenching to fists by her side, her chocolate brown eyes flashing with anger. His eyes darkened upon her outburst, the ocean blue of his left eye turning black, while simultaneously the green of his right eye that had gold specks surrounding the pupil started to dim, the darkness taking over, both orbs turning black. His lycan was trying to push through, her announcement of rejecting him didn't sit well with his lycan, who was trying to take control and mark her, to make her his. Forever. "I Venus Harrison, reject you Dante En-" her statement got cut off by a pair of warm and firm lips over hers. Sparks flew upon their touch, as he moved his lips against hers, growling when she wouldn't open her mouth for him, he squeezed her derrière in his rough hands and forcefully pushed his tongue into her mouth for it to clash with hers. -------------------------------------------------------------- Venus Harrison was on the run, trying to find a pack to settle into after her old pack Blood Moon was destroyed by the Dark Crescent pack. She only wanted to live as a normal werewolf and escape her abusive past. Dante Enzo Salvatore, the only lycan left and the Alpha of the biggest and fiercest pack ever known. Cold and ruthless, Dante had no intentions of ever finding his mate, he didn't want one. But the plans of both change when Venus stumbles into Dantes pack, only to find they both were mates. Despite the shadows lurking in the corners, will they learn to accept and love each other? Or will they go up in flames?

I had read a fairytale when I was a kid, where the protagonist had fallen for a beast. But the thing is, I am not her, and I was definitely not planning to fall for this beast. I refused to suffer from Stockholm syndrome, even if he was not my abductor.

He’s the ice to her fire. She’s the storm to his calm. He’s the light of her life. She’s the moon to his earth. Being born a half-werewolf was not what she wanted; she became an outcast, a punching bag for her pack. She didn’t even have a mate, that is until she left for college. Now back four years later, with a kick-ass attitude and a huge secret, she must learn to adapt to the changes around her, especially when she finds him. He was the king of all werewolves; filled with strength and authority, he must keep the calm to the terror that is about to be unleashed especially when he finally finds Her. How can they both stop the past from repeating itself and still find the time to love themselves, especially when they find out her huge secret?